Kurt had been started on a prenatal vitamins and his nausea was beginning to be under control. It was his twenty ninth birthday and he was at work, keeping himself busy when Rachel came to pick him up for lunch.

“Hey,” Rachel put a card on the table. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks Rach,” Kurt smiled. “I’ll be a second.”

“How are the adoption agencies going?” Rachel asked, sitting down next to Kurt who was focussing on the sewing machine.

“Fine,” Kurt responded not even looking at her. “I mean, we stopped them.”

Kurt realised what he said and would have loved to rewind time about a minute.

“You what?” Rachel turned off the switch of the sewing machine. “You can’t just give up Kurt.”

“Wow, I have really missed your insanity.” Kurt mumbled to himself.

“Kurt!” Rachel spat the dummy. “Why did you give up?”

“I didn’t give up,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “We have something in the works, okay. We don’t need the agencies anymore.”

“You found a surrogate.” Rachel beamed.

“Not exactly.” Kurt responded as Rachel’s eyes drifted towards Kurt’s desk. She got up and after noticing what they were, was even more confused.

“These were the ones I took with Natalie,” Rachel pondered. “Why do you have prenatal vitamins? Are you pregnant?”

“I’m a guy Rachel.” Kurt tried to divert the topic.

“You are pregnant!” Rachel gasped.

“Okay, I am,” Kurt got up. “Not one word of this to Finn or my parents okay?”

Kurt picked up his bag and went to lunch with Rachel. He had noticed that lately, his appetite was really starting to pick up. He got home that night to a Blaine who didn’t look too impressed.

“Your parents know,” Blaine looked at Kurt. “I thought we weren’t telling anyone until 12 weeks so that we were sure everything was okay.”

“It wasn’t me,” Kurt put his bag down. “Rachel Barbra Berry, that’s who!! I told her not to say anything because she saw the prenatal vitamins and she can’t keep her mouth shut for five minutes. I’m so sorry Blaine.”

By this point Kurt was tearing and Blaine had to hush him. “Shh, babe, I’m not angry.”

“Stupid baby hormones,” Kurt began tearing up. “I love you Blaine.”

“I love you too Kurt,” Blaine smiled, before putting is hand on Kurt’s flat stomach. “And you too little one.”

“You’re a dork you know.” Kurt rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t want the baby to feel left out.” Blaine argued as Kurt kissed him.

“Baby books?” Kurt looked at the five or six books sitting on the dining table.

“I want to be prepared for anything,” Blaine confessed. “My dad wasn’t a good one, and I want to make sure that I am good dad for this baby.”

“Blaine Devon Anderson,” Kurt bit his lip. “You are going to be an amazing father. There is no one kinder or more compassionate and I am more than confident that this kid will love you as much as I do.”

“You are going to be an amazing dad as well.” Blaine smiled, before the oven broke the kiss.

“What are you making?” Kurt asked.

“Birthday cookies for the birthday boy,” Blaine laughed. “Duh.”

“They smell amazing,” Kurt said as Blaine handed him one and Kurt devoured it. “Our baby loves them.”

“Good,” Blaine smiled. “They’re papa’s cookies. They have to love them.”

“You already decided what they’re going to call us?” Kurt asked with his mouth full.

“You’ll be daddy, I’ll be Papa.” Blaine smiled.

“I know another birthday tradition that we can enjoy.” Kurt whispered in Blaine’s ear.

“Lead the way.” Blaine said, finishing the last cookie.